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Nibblin on sponge cake, watchin the sun bake, all of those tourist covered
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with oil. Strummin my six string, on my front porch swing, smell those
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shrimp there beginnin to boil.
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Wastin away again in Margaritaville, searchin for my lost shaker of salt.
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Some peolple claim that there's a woman to blame, but I know, it's nobody's
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fault.
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Don't know the reason, I stayed here all season. Nothin to show but this
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brand new tattoo. But it's a real beauty, a Mexican cutie, how it got here
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I haven't a clue.
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Wastin away again in Margaritaville, searchin for my lost shaker of salt.
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Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, now I think, hell it could
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be my fault.
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I blew out my flip flop, stepped on a pop top, cut my heal had to cruise on
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back home. But there's booze in the blender, and soon it will render, that
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frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
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Wastin away again in Margaritaville, searchin for my lost shaker of salt.
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Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, but I know, it's my own
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damn fault. Yes and, some people claim that there's a woman to blame, and
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I know, it's my own damn fault.